motivational

I'm giving deviantArt another try. I've disabled mature content so I don't have to stare at large-chested women anymore. I'll miss out on some great pieces I am sure, but it's not worth the ire I feel when I see the front page.  I love the fact that there are ponies on almost every page--this is something I can deal with. I got my paws on a dog skull and forelimb today, which I'll be turning into an articulated skeleton over the next month. Got a few good ideas I hope to post as soon as possible. Here's to new beginnings.

dA officially sucks. I go on the popular page and I see 4 images of a woman, naked, facing away from the camera with her ass sticking up. Wow, really dA? Really people? You disgust me. At least get real models not just hookers from your local Walmart from where you live in a little bumfuck nowhere town in the middle of Kansas. Get a fucking education and a life. And this is why I don't hang out on dA anymore. See you guys somewhere else. Maybe.

Wow, I feel thoroughly useless. It has been a whole year since I've done anything on dA. So to whoever reads this I offer an explanation and a bit of a rant about life's silly ways. I was raised on the computer. The internet was my playground and life was magical this way. When I was 10-12 I lurked on oekaki boards and chatted, pretended to be 14 and had internet sex with dirty old men. I discovered ~lulabug (https://www.deviantart.com/lulabug) and Yukon Trails MUSH. I played Neopets, roleplayed and drew rediculous sums of art. I sat on the computer for 12 hours a day. When I wasn't doing that I played on my precious consoles. When I was 15-16 I started breeding rats, exer